my grit, His glory

I'm starting to share my story tomorrow. After almost a year since it began unfolding, I think I should feel more ready than I do. But I'm not sure I'll ever feel ready. How do I sum up the deepest pain, grief, and loss of my life in mere syllables?

I can't.

But I will try.

I can't wait until I can look back on all of this and see mostly glory. Right now, it's still mostly grit.

But I can honestly say (finally) that I know He is glorified in my grit. Which astounds me. And humbles me.

And makes me feel as ready as I'll ever be to share my story.

Because I know it's really His story.